#skirmish 1

I woke up @ 7:20AM & was like shiiiit but remembered what I read; to finish as you can;

If I wasn’t so tired I’d hve been done with the lyrics. I passed out about 7:50 AM;

need to go over again… will later;

The joy of the new

[INTRO]Out with the old & in with the new; They’d always say.

[Pre-Chorus] Someone must have never told that to Kristle.

[Verse 1]Kristle is a hoarder; Who comes from the South; She moved when her family died; Brining with her; her piece of the pie; Which not only included jewelry, family heirlooms, rugs & paintings and wine; It also entailed cups saucers and the kitchen sink; Magazines from back in the day, red wigs and a funnel cake; Clothes that she didn’t even like; And shoes not even in her size; some with only one that should be a pair; dentures, old dog leashes when no dogs were there; The list goes on and on like this; All brought to a huge NYC apartment. And everyone knows that sure is rare.

The NYC apartment got filled to the brim; Piles upon piles of things she felt she had a connection to; That she couldn’t get rid; It was hers clearly yet; She seemed barely there. Never really discovering herself; What she truly liked or even ate.

One day while she was out for a walk; It all caught fire in a catastrophe; What was she ever going to do? She thought as her head fell; She’d have to go shopping she thought with a smile. New things were never mine; I always had gotten hand me downs; Used book-bags & pencils. This could be fun as she enters her first store; That didn’t even have a sale.

I never had anything new; Been given hand me downs; Never thought of what my style might be; For I had hand me downs. Never thought it would be true; Buying everything from my socks to blue jeans & the kitchen sink;

The apartment was renovated; She started placing items down & stuff in her drawers & wherever else! Her lo es c